Last Thursday evening a companionable London dinner party was just wrapping up when our hostess returned to the table brandishing the New York Times headline on her phone: in giant letters for such a tiny device, ‘TRUMP GUILTY ON ALL COUNTS’. Three American Democrats and one British Democrat-by-marriage, my fellow diners were exhilarated. One guest declared, ‘We got him’ – soon a triumphant refrain in my home state of New York.
Technically a Democrat, sometimes as a sly rhetorical convenience, I was more muted, mumbling quietly once the cheers died down: ‘But I’m not sure about how this will play out politically.’ Fortunately, my reservations were ignored. My intense dislike of Donald Trump constitutes the narrow strip of common ground that I share with my many progressive friends, and it was imprudent to cast doubt on my one political saving grace.
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